by Jaid Black
Her jaw dropped open. His eyes gazed down upon her as if he knew…
Nay, Zara, for the last time you must cease your bedamned mental prattling! ‘Tis impossible for him to know what you are about!
Zara drew in a deep breath and blew it out. She was nigh unto crazed, she conceded morosely.
“For a certainty you had better resume stroking your captive’s cock,” Zora murmured from beside her where she was busily stroking the shaft of a small six-foot male. “You know how surly the priestess becomes when we don’t see to our studies properly.”
Zara bit her lip. Their sire had seen to it that his daughters were tutored in all things sensual by one of the most acclaimed priestesses in Sand City. Highly skilled in the art of lovemaking, their tutor was none other than the Chief Priestess’ second in command. Indeed, Pali’s services had cost the Emperor more credits than Zara felt comfortable thinking on. If she disappointed her sire after all the monetary reward he had bestowed upon the priestess…
She sighed. He would be angered for a certainty.
Zara nodded to her twin, then resumed her perusal of the lesser male’s body. Her eyes darted up to warily search the captive’s, and when he appeared to be unaware of what she was doing to him, she relaxed and allowed herself to enjoy the intimate exploration.
Fascinated by the shaft she held in her palm, she sighed softly. ‘Twas like the most finely spun vesha silk over uncompromisingly hard crystal, she thought as she stroked his stiff cock up and down. She felt her breathing quicken and her eyes narrow in desire as she stared at the shaft she was playing with. She wanted to do more to it, wanted to…
Closing her eyes, she bent her head to place a sweet kiss on his tight man sac.
The male sucked in his breath.
Zara stilled, momentarily frightened he was aware of her actions. But she knew better, of course, knew ‘twas impossible for him to the break the spell of the priestess, so she forced herself to relax and allowed herself to resume the exploration.
Unable to resist, she parted her mouth slightly and wrapped her lips around the tip of his manhood. She felt him shudder in response, which caused her to feel oddly closer to him rather than frightened. And, perversely, she almost wished ‘twas possible for the lesser male to know ‘twas her who was making him feel thusly.
Her eyes still closed, she sucked the head of his swollen cock slowly and thoroughly. She felt his muscles clench and tighten, but ignored it, deciding ‘twas naught but a body’s normal response to sensual stimulus.
“Excellent, Zara!”
Zara jumped at the priestess’ words of praise. Embarrassed, she released the captive’s shaft and looked away from him.
“Nay, do not cease your activity,” Pali admonished as she strolled over to where Zara sat before the lesser male. “Indeed, you are getting a feel for suckling cock that your sisters have not yet mastered.” She raised an eyebrow meaningfully at Zora, inducing the Emperor’s eldest hatchling to blush. “Mayhap you should continue, that Zora and Klea might watch and learn.”
Klea merely rolled her eyes at the chastisement, but Zora, ever the diligent and studious twin, glanced away in shame, biting her lip. Indeed, when they had been younger and tutored together in quantum mathematics and the sciences, it had always been Zora who had quietly excelled whilst Zara had more oft than not yawned throughout the whole of the lectures.
Zara’s nostrils flared in anger at the not-so-subtle rebuke, for her twin’s feelings were gentle in nature and her hearts easily injured. Truly, other than the mane of fire-berry curls they shared in common atop their heads, the glowing blue eyes of the Q’an Tal lineage, and the creamy tanned coloring of their skins, the fraternal twin sisters shared naught in common either in looks or in personality.
Where Zara was flirty and sociable with the warriors, Zora always kept to her rooms, preferring the company of her holo-books to people. Where Zara was ever the life of the feast, Zora was the opposite, keeping to the corner and as far away from the attention of onlookers as ‘twas possible. Where Zara ever enjoyed traveling about the galaxy with their sire and mani, Zora preferred to remain behind in the care of their younger brother Jor whilst their parents were away. If Jor wasn’t available to care for Zora, then she would remove herself to the moon of Sypar to stay with her favored uncle and auntie, but never would she stray further than a moon’s throw from home.
And so it had always been that Zara was fiercely protective of her elder twin. She knew her as did no other, respected the timidity of her nature, and preferred that others respect it as well. Their uncle Rem and auntie Giselle understood and accepted Zora for who she was, as did their brother Jor, but nobody else was as giving in their understanding, which caused Zara to feel sad in the hearts for the sister who was her twin.
Even their mani and sire, as much as they both loved their eldest daughter, often made comments that they wished her to be different, wished her to be more sociable and fun-loving as was Zara, not fully realizing that their eldest hatchling was content in who she was. ‘Twas sad indeed that neither the Emperor nor the Empress understood how much their rejection of Zora’s true nature hurt her.
And so never would Zara try to change that which her sister was, for she loved her fraternal hatchling deeply and truly. Indeed, the priestess’ callous remarks made her fiercely angered on behalf of her timid twin.
Zara’s back went ramrod straight. She smiled sweetly and utterly falsely at the priestess. “Indeed, I should love to demonstrate what I have learned.” She sighed dramatically. “Though truth be told I will never suckle cock as well as Zora, for ‘twas her that showed me how to do it nigh unto two moon-risings ago down in the Pit of Captives.”
Zora’s eyes widened at the lie. When the priestess’ eyes did the same, she grinned at her twin.
“So the deuce of you have been seeing to your studies?” Pali asked, clearly suspicious. In truth they hadn’t been doing their homework in the Pit of Captives as they’d been bade, so the suspicion was no great shock to the twins. “Well then,” the priestess said disbelievingly, her arms crossing over her qi’ka-clad breasts, “do show the lot of us what your twin has taught you, Zara.”
Zora looked troubled at the priestess’ command, for she knew as did her twin that none of them had seen to their homework. Leastways, they were supposed to visit the Pit of Captives at least once every moon-rising to practice what they’d learned at lecture between Pali’s visits.
But until today Zara had felt no great desire to visit the Pit and had instead evaded her homework, just as she’d done when she was younger. And yet now something inside of her admitted she would be visiting the Pit this moon-rising…and every moon-rising until her captive was removed from the palace.
Zara could feel her twin’s distress, knew that Zora believed she’d fail at the task that the priestess had set before her. But then Zora didn’t know that Zara nigh craved to suckle the lesser male’s cock and that Pali had unwittingly given her the necessary excuse to lavish kisses on it the way her deviant heart desired.
Zara ran her hands over the captive’s belly, ignoring the way his muscles there clenched at her touch. She sighed, no longer even bothering to mentally deny the attraction she felt toward the lesser male. “I’d be happy to show you,” she said almost morosely. Zora’s expression was guilty, assuming her twin’s upset was because she knew she’d fail at the task when in fact Zara’s distress stemmed from the knowledge that she knew she wouldn’t. “Quite happy,” she murmured, as she lowered her face to his cock.
She wasted no time, for she was nigh unto desperate to be as close to him as ‘twas possible. She took his thick manhood between her hands and immediately sucked the head of his cock into her mouth.
The male’s muscles clenched.
Zara took him in further, until she felt the tip of his shaft poke against the back of her throat. She worked up and down the length of him slowly and methodically, her eyes closed as her head bobbed back and forth in front o
f him.
Faster.
Zara blinked, her lips still firmly clamped around the male’s cock. She knew not from whence that thought had come but the desire to suck on him faster overpowered her. His muscles are so tense, she thought, as she ran her hands up and down his thighs. So powerful…
She closed her eyes and began to suck faster as she rubbed her hands over his hard belly. She felt the muscles there cord and clench as she worked up and down his cock feverishly, loud smacking sounds emitting from her lips on every upstroke. She sucked him faster and harder and—
The male’s breathing grew labored. His entire body stiffened.
Zara picked up the pace of her suckling, a soft moan escaping from her throat at the same moment one escaped from his. She felt nigh unto crazed with the desire to bring him completion as her head bobbed back and forth before him, her lips, mouth, and throat working his shaft at an ungoddessly pace.
She sucked him faster and harder and faster and—
The lesser male groaned as his entire body shuddered and convulsed. Her eyes flew open as he spewed a sweet-tasting warm liquid into her mouth, which she wantonly lapped up. She drank everything he had to give, her nipples tightly erect just from knowing ‘twas her who had made him feel thusly. And from knowing ‘twas her whom he wanted to make him feel thusly again. She knew not how she understood as much, only that she did.
Breathing heavily, Zara unwrapped her lips from around the lesser male’s cock and warily glanced up at him.
His gaze burned into hers, causing her to realize then and there that aye, he knew precisely what she had just done to him.
Call out a warning to the priestess, dunce! she chastised herself, her eyes rounded and her heartbeat picking up dramatically. Call out a warning—
Her breathing grew more labored as their gazes locked and held. In that moment she knew she would never compromise his secret, would never tell that he had managed to break Pali’s spell.
“Excellent!” the priestess praised her, inducing Zara to blink and look away from the captive. “’Tis surprised I am, yet your words were true. The deuce of you truly have been seeing to your studies. Mayhap I shall swoon from the shock of it,” she finished, her voice as baffled as ‘twas sarcastic.
Zara glanced warily toward her twin whose jaw was slack and her eyes mayhap more rounded than her own.
She blew out a breath. What has become of me? she silently cried out.
Zara turned her head slowly and braved a glance up at the lesser male. She nibbled on her lower lip as she stared at him, realizing as she did that the look he was giving her spoke volumes. His head didn’t move, his body never wavered from its rigid stance, yet his intensely vivid green eyes spoke volumes.
He knew the strange power of attraction he wielded over her. Knew too that she would visit him in the Pit of Captives the soonest.
Feeling a bit shaken, Zara stood up, her breathing heavy. As she quickly walked away from the captive, she ignored the angry voice in her mind that demanded over and over again that she come to him this moon-rising.
Chapter 5
Brynda awoke feeling better than she had in years. She felt no aches, no pains, no dull throbbing in her head—even her skin felt young and tingly. And, she thought as her eyelids slowly fluttered open, she had a feeling that the reason she was in such good health today had something to do with the gigantic alien with glowing blue eyes who was lounging propped up on an elbow beside her.
She shivered as one of his large hands ran slowly up and down the length of her body, all the while gazing down at her as though she was a goddess. She suspiciously wondered if his sinfully handsome exterior was a ruse and he was really a lizard underneath his skin…just like on that hip new television show V.
V, she thought warily. The capital V stood for Visitors. Big alien visitors with sexy humanoid exteriors who were really vicious green lizards with a penchant for eating human flesh. Her eyes narrowed as she studied him suspiciously, expecting at any moment for a forked tongue to dart out from between his lips.
“Mmmm, nee’ka,” he rumbled out, his voice just as digitized in sound as any Visitor’s. She gulped. “Your skin feels so wondrous beneath my finger tips.” He pressed his erection against her thigh so she’d know it was there.
“Frottage,” she squeaked out, feeling a bit on the hysterical side. She closed her eyes, feeling safer that way. “The inability to stop from rubbing yourself up against other people. Chapter Seven, page—oh dear.” Her eyes flew open as he grazed her nipples with the palm of his hand.
“Of what are you speaking, wench?” He grinned and wiggled his eyebrows. “’Tis true I cannot stop myself from frottaging you.”
“I—I—uh…” She wet her lips and glanced nervously away as his hand resumed its exploration of her body. She idly considered the possibility that he was trying to find the plumpest part of her flesh to gobble down first, but found that much to her surprise she simply couldn’t see him harming her let alone making a meal out of her. In fact, she silently admitted, her thoughts confused, the more he touched her, the more she felt as though she knew him. Weird—very, very weird.
“What are you doing?” she stuttered, her voice squeaky. Her wolf-blue eyes widened. “I, um—I haven’t given you permission to touch me,” she said in a rush.
What a stupid thing to say, Brynda! Apparently he doesn’t care whether he has your permission or not, or he wouldn’t have kidnapped you to begin with!
His large hand stilled, the palm covering one of her breasts. “I thought you found my countenance pleasing to look upon,” he rumbled out. “Do you speak an untruth to me now or then, ty’ka?”
His hand resumed its slow exploration at her breast, softly arousing the nipple until it stabbed up to hit his palm, causing her to forget her train of thought entirely. She sucked in her breath, not certain what to do.
He grinned, feeling more lighthearted than he had in years. “I have asked you a question, my hearts,” he said firmly yet gently at the same time. “’Tis best do you answer it.”
She gawked at him. Nobody had ever called her by a pet name like that before so she wasn’t altogether sure how she should respond. Harry had never used pet names…he had been much too reserved, God rest his soul, for things of that nature.
She hesitated. She was torn between the mad desire to run away as fast as her feet could carry her and the equally odd desire to blush becomingly and bat her eyelashes. Against her will she blushed and batted her lashes, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
Stop smiling at him, you idiot! Quit egging him on!
She frowned disapprovingly when she realized she’d just more or less encouraged his actions.
His gaze found hers. He raked the nipple with the calluses on his palm, eliciting a soft moan from her. “Tell me,” he said thickly, his eyes narrowed. “Answer my question, ty’ka.” He bent his dark head and drew the nipple into the warmth of his mouth, then suckled it hard.
Holy shit!
“Y-You are pleasing to look upon,” she squeaked out, deciding to tell him the truth. Her heartbeat accelerating rapidly, she tried to shove his face away from her breast. It didn’t budge. “But—but—oh dear.”
Good lord! she mentally wailed as his face left her breast and made a direct beeline for the inside of her thighs, her entire body felt like it had been set on fire. Her nipples were painfully hard, her breathing was labored, and she was willing to bet her eyes were glazed over with lust. What the hell was wrong with her? This man had kidnapped her and she was all but drooling.
She clapped a hand to her forehead and groaned. What the hell is going on!
He grinned as he trailed kisses down her body, a dimple popping out on either cheek. “But what, nee’ka?” he murmured. Settling his face between her thighs, his tongue darted out and flicked repeatedly at her swollen clit.
Her jaw fell open, shocked.
He flicked at it harder, then groaned and slurped the clit into his mo
uth.
Her hand fell to the bed, numb.
He sucked on the clit hard, mmmm sounds erupting from his throat.
Oh. My. Gawd.
Fight him, Brynda—fight him! Why the hell aren’t you fighting him?
He moaned again, then began lapping at her pussy in earnest. He suctioned the entire labia into his mouth, toyed with it a bit, then dove once more for her flesh and suckled hard on the clit.
Her eyes crossed as she lay there with her mouth agape, no doubt looking as insane as she felt.
On the other hand I am a dying woman—nothing wrong with living a little!
“What’s your name?” she heard herself breathe out as she instinctively spread her legs wider. She had no idea why she wanted to know or why she even cared, but there it was. She suspected he’d performed some weird alien ritual on her while she’d been sleeping, no doubt some hocus-pocus voodoo kind of ceremony that had caused her to feel no fear of him.
I’m insane! I’ve lost my damn mind! I’ve been kidnapped, I’ve been voodooed, I’ve been touched against my will, and now I’m spreading my legs further apart for—
Her head fell back on a moan as he applied even more pressure to her clit and sucked on it harder. “I’m Brynda,” she groaned.
As if he cares what my name is! He’s the mad alien who kidnapped you, idiot! Why don’t you tell him about being captain of your high school debate team while you’re at it!
Jek smiled from around her clit, his glowing blue gaze drifting up to watch her nipples stab up into the air. He couldn’t see her face, for her neck was arched back, but the sight of her erect nipples made him desirous of mounting her then and there. He idly wondered how any warrior made it long enough to attend a Consummation Feast before claiming his nee’ka fully.
“Jek Q’an Ri,” he answered her, mumbling from around her clit.
Knowing he had many, many Yessat years to spend at her side to get to know her, he was less interested in the formalities than she was…and more interested in touching and tasting her. ‘Twas a feeling so heady, like an addicting hallucinogen. Leastways, he knew he should talk with her and tell her about himself and the new life that awaited her in his sectors back on Tryston, yet all he could think to do was touch her, taste her, run his hands all over her.